I had just arrived at my home and I did not feel well. Since Monday, I spent my time stressing and worrying. As my end of pregnancy approached, I became more and more anxious. The thought of seeing my daughter come into the world knowing that she will probably never know the identity of her father frustrated me. I spent my time sleeping. I could no longer work, it was impossible for me. My boss understood and unfortunately I lost my job as a waitress and housekeeper in this bar. Morally, I was not well. Yes I always had the means to afford what I wanted with my tenants, James...